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fiercelyprotecting:
“Sometimes in marriage, someone has to be the one to push to make the big moves. And oftentimes in our marriage, yes, it was your father. Our marriage wasn’t perfect, it’s true. But none are. And your father wasn’t perfect, either. But he was pretty damn close. As close as they come.”
i’m going to be belle in ^^^ that outfit for halloween & i’m so freakin’ exciteddddd. all i need is some fabric i can fashion into a tank top to go over the white shirt i found...thrift shop had nothing comparable, but hopefully the fabric store will be helpful.
“I know, Phillippe, I know. I don’t want to go, either, but we don’t have a choice.” Her loyal stallion was not at all eager to leave their Highgarden home, and neither was Belle, truth be told. Phillippe could sense something was wrong, but how do you explain to a horse that the Queen Regent sent her men to question Belle about Margaery and the Tyrells? He was intuitive, to be sure, but he couldn’t understand her reasoning.
From what she already knew combined with what Margaery had told her, Queen Cersei was not the sort of leader who sent her men just to ask a few questions. Belle had feigned ignorance and given them a false name to throw them off course, but she knew they’d soon return. If they asked anyone who she was or where to find her - and she was certain they would - they’d know she lied, and the consequences were sure to be unpleasant.
She’d packed up a few of her more important books and hidden many others, then grabbed some essentials for the road before getting Phillippe ready. “Time to go,” she told him, and they were off. Her first stop was to see her father, whom she urged to leave immediately, as well. He had friends in neighboring towns, where he’d be safe from Cersei’s men. After that, she set out on her own. She thought it might be best to try and get to King’s Landing herself; if she could speak with Margaery privately, they could figure out what to do, and perhaps then she could return home.
The trouble was, she had no idea how to get there undetected by Cersei’s men, nor how to protect herself should anything happen. She couldn’t take the Roseroad, but fate, it seemed, was about to throw her a bone. On the second day of her journey, she spotted a familiar face as she was waiting for Phillippe to quench his thirst at the Mander. “Brienne of Tarth,” she whispered to herself, a smile coming to her lips. Belle remembered how valiantly Brienne had fought for King Renly, even besting Ser Loras himself. If there was anyone who could help her now, it was her.
“Brienne of Tarth,” she said again, this time to the woman herself as she approached her. “I’m not sure you’ll remember me, but we met at King Renly and Margaery’s wedding. I’m Belle, the court linguist, it’s lovely to see you again. I wonder if we might have a few words? I’ve got more than enough food to share, if you’d be so kind as to join me.” ( @sapphireoath )
There was nothing more delightful to Belle than a day spent amid Rivendell’s vast collection of books. Volumes of all sorts and SIZES on every subject and in every language of Middle Earth filled the shelves, and it was paradise. Luckily, Elrond had delegated the perfect job to her, allowing her to spend as much time as she liked studying each volume and sharing her knowledge. As per usual, she was lost in her work - so much so that she failed to realize the other’s presence in the room until he stood over her.
“Gandalf, mellon, what brings you to Rivendell?” ( @greyistari )
my dash is full of jokes about suing each other because someone’s actually trying to sue someone else over rp i’m ??
LOTR/GOT verse starter call!!
rosepride:
@mcstpeculiar ❤
❝ KNOWLEDGE IS POWER . ❞ as the popular saying once goes , and thus the young rose can only acknowledge the wisdom emitting from the girl’s most brilliant gaze . head tilting and lips pursed softly , before a smile FLOURISHES onwards . although she considers herself both CLEVER and brilliant , she must confess she hadn’t thought of solving that puzzle in the other’s most unusual and peculiar way . ❝ and you , are certainly quite knowledgeable . ❞
“I thank you, my lady,” Belle said, a soft flush rising in her cheeks. “Though, it is my father who deserves the credit. He taught me well, but you are quite right - knowledge is a powerful tool.” Belle had always credited the workings of her own mind to her father’s teachings; he was the most brilliant man alive, in her opinion, and she took after him in most every way. “Are you in need of any further assistance?"
ladyofloxley:
@mcstpeculiar | starter
Robin didn’t have her bow drawn or even in her hand, her dagger was still in it’s sheath on her side but she knew that the woman on the horse sensed the danger well enough, being surrounded by the merry men, alone in the forest. They didn’t have their weapons drawn either after being instructed by Robin. The woman was wealthy, she could see, though certainly not as extravagance with her wealth as most nobles. The fact she was on horseback was also odd, most people she came across were cooped in their carriages, and these facts made Robin curious enough not to start with her usual threatening approach. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t take the lass’ money, but she was going to do some investigating first.
“ good day, my lady. where are you off to on this pleasant day? ”
"Whoa, Phillippe,” Belle said softly to her loyal horse. They were surrounded, yes, but no weapons were pointed at them. It wasn’t a complete shock; Belle had, indeed, ventured into unfamiliar territory. Things like this were bound to happen, but she was certain she could handle herself. “Good day,” Belle said in return, to the woman she could only assume was the leader of the group that now circled her and Phillippe. “I’m on my way to the village. I’ve never been to this part of the country before, and I thought I might take the opportunity to do a bit of exploring. My name is Belle, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, lady--?” Belle asked, leaving an opening for the stranger to introduce herself.
life has been kind of insane the last few weeks, including two weddings, my birthday, & my mom getting surgery (she’s okay). apologies for not being around much, but I’m still here!
temeraaires:
“Aloof. Yes. I think that’s just the word.” LeFou gave Belle a small, polite smile for her kindness as he sat, accepting the tea and holding it in his hands. To think they lived in a world with enchantresses and magical spells and the unexpected and unusual thing was simply…people avoiding uncomfortable things. Though there really wasn’t anything simple about it. Everyone had only things to gain when the spell was lifted: friends and family and their memories. Everyone had additions to their lives. Not this odd mess of give and take that resulted in…zero. And then the world shifted and LeFou was alone for the first time in his life – and, oddly enough, he just realized this was the first time he even had the opportunity to actually articulate that.
“I’m not so sure what anyone could say, if I’m being honest,” He paused, aimlessly taking a few spoonfuls of sugar into his tea and stirring it about, listening to the clink of the cutlery against the cup.
“I just want you to know--just because things turned out this way, just because he made the choices he made--no one thinks less of you for caring about him. None of us could have seen this coming. I certainly didn’t.” Belle took a slow sip of her own tea, hoping her words could provide even the smallest amount of comfort. She’d always known Gaston to be quite self-centered and superficial, but she’d never considered him to be dangerous. LeFou had seen the best in him, and he was very likely the reason Gaston had remained as cordial as he had for as long as he had. “It’s good that he had you in his life. You have kindness and love in your heart, and caring about him doesn’t mean you’re like him. Mrs. Potts told me how you helped during the battle. You’re a good person, and you will find happiness, I know it.”
Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
Neil Gaiman, “Coraline”
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everrafter:
LOTR VERSE STARTER CALL!!
rohirrimson:
“My lady Belle!” the rider calls, as he spots her walking by the market square of Edoras. “I wish to gift you this, my lady, as thanks for your efforts in teaching the children lessons of the book. Erú knows how children would rather play than study, but with your lessons, they have grown excited for the school as they rise every morning,” Kannen smiles to her, handing over a parcel. “A merchant coming from the land of Halflings was passing the borders, and I had the feeling you would fancy these. My friend who caretakes the orphans in your lessons agree so too.” If one squints enough, they could see the small flush in his cheeks under the helmet he wore.
@mcstpeculiar
Belle turned toward the call of her name, a smile appearing on her face at the sight of the one who had called it. “Thank you, that’s very kind, though entirely unnecessary. You spoil me, first with the opportunity to teach, and now with gifts. How am I to repay such kindness?” It warmed her heart when she saw improvement in the children she taught; many of them now had the ability to read to her, and it was the greatest joy she’d ever known. To share her love of the written word was a true gift, and seeing the delight on the faces of the young orphans was far better payment than gold.
wasgentle:
( @mcstpeculiar )
“ i have been searching far & wide for something you have not read! it has been a challenge! yet i think i have succeeded.” in her hands a book, is man a myth? bound in pale green cloth. “’twas written by a faun, quite long ago.”
“Oh, my - it seems you have succeeded, yes, but I have no complaint to offer. This looks fascinating!” Belle accepted the book, holding it as though it were a rare jewel (which, to her, it was). “I’ve not read anything quite like it, I’m sure.”
apologies for my absence; this week has been...stressful. basically, it boils down to one of my two roommates not doing what they were supposed to do & so I had to do it. it hasn’t been fun. anyway, it’s sorted now (I think) & things should be back to normal.
temeraaires:
“O-oh.” The sheer kindness of her offer took LeFou aback. He hadn’t thought anybody cared. Sure, everyone had their own reactions to their new lives – but, overall, the actual discussion anyone took on anything pertaining Gaston was…avoidant. At best. — and even for LeFou’s part, he didn’t quite know what to make of it.
Sure, it’d gotten ugly at the end. But, even all that ugliness couldn’t get rid of all the good. Or, maybe it could. He still didn’t know.
…perhaps talking about it might help clear the air. Or at least give a sense of closure
“Tea sounds great.”
“Perfect. Shall we, then?” Belle gave what she hoped was a comforting smile and started leading the way to her father’s house. He was in the workshop they’d set up for him at the castle, where he had been spending a lot of time lately. He’d developed a fast friendship with Lumiere and Cogsworth, and already treated Adam as a son. It was a wonderful time, and Belle could understand how Gaston’s unfortunate fate had been rather brushed off - it was far easier to focus on the good and forget the bad, but that didn’t make it right.
Belle ushered LeFou inside the currently uninhabited house and began boiling water for their tea. “Have a seat, make yourself at home,” she invited him. “I know people have been a bit--aloof as of late. I don’t think it’s intentional or malicious, I just think they’re not sure what to say. Let’s face it, our town doesn’t have the best history for dealing with the unexpected or unusual.” Belle poured their tea and set a cup before him, along with some milk, sugar, and honey.
